Lion's Share
Big talk, I give you everything that is missing
I'm sick of being low its gone be different
It's close yeah my brother 4th and inches
I know a few people had to distance
Cus bad vibes they be wildin, wildin, wildin
These problems steady piling, piling, piling
My mind runs a thousand miles an hour
I heard this beat niggas know I'm bout to black out
I do the vocals then send Levi or gold the track outs
Been down so bad most niggas would probably tap out
I know the game B word I steadily blow the back out
Back strokes is my best strokes okay bae
One wish off her wish list I'm Ray-J
Not to toot my horn not to be braggadocious about the ones I've torn
Biggie died then a star got formed
Twisting bottles niggas claim they fucked the game up it's more soft porn
And I've seen better, Timberland boots and Nautica sweaters
Is all I need, a company of 3 and IVS is all I breathe
My family straight is all I ask
Fuck that I draw out paths, save the compliments I just want the math
Fuck a portion shit I don't want half
I want the Lion's Share I'm in the booth I swear I'm dying here
Big talk, I give you everything that is missing
I'm sick of being low its gone be different
It's close yeah my brother 4th and inches
I know a few people had to distance
Cus bad vibes they be wildin, wildin, wildin
These problems steady piling, piling, piling
My mind runs a thousand miles an hour
I'm sick of being low its gone be different
It's close yeah my brother 4th and inches
I know a few people had to distance
Cus bad vibes they be wildin, wildin, wildin
These problems steady piling, piling, piling
My mind runs a thousand miles an hour
I heard this beat niggas know I'm bout to black out
I do the vocals then send Levi or gold the track outs
Been down so bad most niggas would probably tap out
I know the game B word I steadily blow the back out
Back strokes is my best strokes okay bae
One wish off her wish list I'm Ray-J
Not to toot my horn not to be braggadocious about the ones I've torn
Biggie died then a star got formed
Twisting bottles niggas claim they fucked the game up it's more soft porn
And I've seen better, Timberland boots and Nautica sweaters
Is all I need, a company of 3 and IVS is all I breathe
My family straight is all I ask
Fuck that I draw out paths, save the compliments I just want the math
Fuck a portion shit I don't want half
I want the Lion's Share I'm in the booth I swear I'm dying here
Big talk, I give you everything that is missing
I'm sick of being low its gone be different
It's close yeah my brother 4th and inches
I know a few people had to distance
Cus bad vibes they be wildin, wildin, wildin
These problems steady piling, piling, piling
My mind runs a thousand miles an hour
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Writer(s): Marcus Quick, Keith Kenyadda
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